To Be a Rebel

 To be a rebel to the outside world while maintaining any degree of passivity within one’s little society or community of fellow rebels is not rebellious at all, but to boldly declare, when needed, who and what you are, especially when amongst a group of individuals who believe themselves to be the righteous “rebels with a cause” is the true definition of a rebel. 

When we decide to align ourselves to certain groups, such as many of the spiritual circles that exist, particularly groups that brand themselves as being progressive, new-age, full of love, woke, and ascended, it can oftentimes become more difficult to voice our opinions and make known our differences, because we fear being outcasted by the ones we believe to be on the right path, because to be misaligned with them feels like being in dissonance with the good you believe them to stand for. 

Very few people wish to be on the opposite side of what is regarded as “right” or “forward thinking”, which is why being canceled is such a legitimate fear for so many. No one wants to be forever marked as ignorant, narrow-minded, misogynistic, sexist, racist, homophobic, or whatever the accusation may be.

Most people who possess an anarchical flare tend to gravitate towards one another. They create a band of brothers on the fringes of society, but usually, even within this collection of “wild” persons there is an agreed upon ideology and a common way of thinking. So even the rebels have a way of limiting you and keeping you small.

You can be crazy, you can be wild, you can be beyond conventional, but only in ways that certain groups have deemed appropriate. 

Within many spiritual circles the liberation and freedom from the “matrix” that they claim to offer and support leads to yet another dimension of the matrix. 

We see them dance gracefully in their generic tantrica robes, we witness as they amass wealth and recognition, we love how they speak about freedom with such conviction, they constantly talkn of love and sexual freedom, we are drawn to the foreignness of them and what they preach seems truer than the Gospel. 

So, when they make statements that cause your skin to prickle, or your mind to become discomforted, or your intuition to screech at you, you tell yourself that it’s you not them. 

I am here to free you, to inform you that there is no hierarchy in true spirituality. Your intuition, thoughts, feelings, and opinions are just as valid as anyone else's, regardless of how many ashrams they may have visited in India or how much yoga they practice.

When something ceases to or never felt true for you, you have every right to voice your concerns, and if need be, move on. 

I wish that I had come to this realization much sooner, for it would have spared me from much of the confusion and insecurity that I have had to work through.

For most of my life, I have been experiencing a grave case of soul homelessness. I have never belonged with the more conservative people of my faith, then later on after discovering spirituality, my mind and soul would also refuse to be bent and shaped by the many limiting and sometimes even cult-like ideologies propagated by New Age Spiritualists.

As I began forming connections within this community, I encountered so much that I disagreed with, but I thought that I had to keep my mouth shut, because who was I , the newbie, to question and cast doubt? 

I ignored my intuition for the longest time. I felt small and insecure because I felt that there was something major that I was missing out on, by not being like them in every way possible. 

I was desperate to belong and to have a “soul family”, something that I never had access to before. 

Very recently, I have gained the wisdom of knowing how to digest a thing, decide whether or not it aligns with my soul, experiences, beliefs, heart, and knowledge, and then make a decision while holding no malice in my being towards whomever it is I disagree with, if I choose to disagree with them. 

I realized that the highly intelligent, analytical, independent, nerdy, bad bitch that I knew myself to be was being squashed and hacked apart by expectations I chose to impose upon myself. 

To be an instigator for truth, a rabblerouser for love, and a provocateur for the sake of change is who both you and I are meant to be, but we will never reach our full potential until we muster the bravery to be ourselves amongst any and all groups. 

I ask that you always articulate your truth, especially to those within your close circle, or with those who you generally see eye to eye with. I promise you, it will completely alter the course of your life. 

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